The last time they spoke (the first time in an eternity), she'd been wild with both anger and delight, and there had been no words of endearment or explanation. Now, she reaches forward to grasp the bars of her cell, and she speaks quickly, wanting to explain, wanting him to know.
"It has been torture, trapped in this single form." Happiness at seeing him dissolves into spite, and she looks down at the arms she has, the body, with utter derision. "Cut off from the sea, from all that I love."
He's silent, waiting, judging, and her heart beats for the both of them. "From you."
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Date: 2007-10-07 09:23 pm (UTC)"It has been torture, trapped in this single form." Happiness at seeing him dissolves into spite, and she looks down at the arms she has, the body, with utter derision. "Cut off from the sea, from all that I love."
He's silent, waiting, judging, and her heart beats for the both of them. "From you."